The Rolling Stones — Travellin' Man

Yeah yeah I heard the crunch of the gravel Yeah he got to be a hobo man And I'm walkin down the road like a bulldog slip now Yeah I bet you good time and a bulldog dog, well And I bet you two sticks, and a home, and a dog And by tomorrow morning you'll be travellin' on yeah Yeah you got to be on Ah hah, hah, hah, you got to be a travellin' man With your girl in your hair and you feel at home You got to get on the road somewhere And then you beat down the highway, with a bone And in a tatter on fire with a rattlin' bone yeah Yeah you be alseep with me baby on the side of the road And I got to be a travelin' man Snap to the phone baby real real slow and I got to tell you all that I can I got to go down the road, down the trail now Ah ah ah ah ah ah Ah ah ah ah ah ah Ah ah I let it go to my head by day And grab a smoke, and like a crow, I'll grab a can if I have a say And baby I'm fast, I brung it with me, and may be calling on a pile of ? And baby I'll been staying over yonder, and a porch till the first of May